Nana and Lowell revel in their bliss, despite knowing danger lurks behind them. The forest around them is quiet, but their world is filled with soft laughter, stolen kisses, and whispered promises. For the first time, Nana feels free. Even lying on the rough ground, draped over Lowell’s body, she has never felt more at peace
Lowell’s hand moves lazily down her back, his fingers tracing invisible patterns on her skin.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against her temple.
Nana smiles, shifting so she can look at him. “Even covered in dirt?”
He chuckles, rolling her onto her back. “Especially like this.”
She laughs, pulling him down for another kiss. It’s deep, slow, intoxicating
“You know we’re in the middle of the f*****g woods, right?” she murmurs, pressing her lips a
